Chapter 7 1288 (Vouchers Chapter 7 Isabella pressed her lips tightly, unsure of her emotions at that moment. Marcus looked puzzled and asked, "What's bothering you?" She glanced up at him and managed a composed smile. "Nothing." Marcus scrutinized her closely before leaning down to whisper to Laura. She nodded and walked away. After Laura disappeared from view, Marcus approached Isabella and gave her a plane ticket. "Head back home after the wedding." Isabella was shocked and stared in disbelief. "Are you afraid I'll mess things up for you?" Marcus's expression grew more intense, not confirming or denying. "I want to avoid any unexpected issues with Laura." Isabella felt a sharp pang in her chest. She blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes. She couldn't disrupt anything, even if she wanted to-time was slipping away. Isabella let out a deep sigh, fixed her gaze on Marcus, and slowly said, "Marcus..." 0.00% 13:24 Chapter 7 Marcus glanced down at her, his eyes intense and brooding. 1 288 Voucher Isabella felt her heart heavy, remaining speechless for a long moment. Finally, with a tearful smile, she said, "Marcus, I hope you have a joyful wedding." After Marcus departed, Isabella returned to the room and gazed at the half-eaten cake on the table. The cream had long since melted, and chocolate pieces had scattered across the table. She paused briefly, then approached the table and began eating the cake, bite after bite. It was past midnight, and today was her birthday. She thought, "Happy birthday, Isabella. You're facing death on your birthday." Isabella looked at the vacant hotel room, finished the last piece of cake, and tears streamed down her face. Her 27th year. Her brief 27 years. The next morning, Isabella headed downstairs to check out of the hotel early. Switzerland's compact nature was evident as soon as she stepped outside. Parked nearby were rows of wedding cars adorned with golden lettering that read "Wishing Marcus and Laura a Happy Wedding." 19.11% 13:24 Chapter 7 288 (Vouchert After taking a moment to gaze at the cars, Isabella turned and flagged down a taxi to take her to the medical clinic. The medical team had already set up the room. She opted for a room with a window, offering a clear view of the distant Alps. Once she was in bed and the staff had finished their preparations, they handed her a controller. "Press this switch, and you'll fall asleep in 30 seconds. You'll pass peacefully about four minutes later. If you change your mind, just press the switch back to stop the process." They added, "We can also deliver any final messages or letters for you." Isabella was taken aback. She thought about saying that no one would care about her last words. But instead, she said, "When the person comes to carry my coffin, please tell them to bury me next to my parents." She wished to return to her parents, reuniting as a family. Isabella concluded her speech, glanced one final time at the far-off blue sky, and firmly pressed the switch. A frigid liquid coursed through her veins. There was no pain-only a pervasive chill that spread through every part of her body. In the haze, she imagined hearing the distant tolling of church bells. 40.93% 13.25 Chapter 7 288 Vouchers Their harmonious chimes lingered in her ears, signifying the start of Marcus's wedding. On her birthday. On the day of her death. Tears streamed down Isabella's cheeks as she gently closed her eyes for the last time. At the church, Laura was anxious. "We can't get in touch with Isabella. What should we do?" She worried aloud, "The ceremony is about to begin. She wouldn't ditch being my bridesmaid, right?" Marcus, frustrated by his unanswered calls, pursed his lips and said, "I'll go look for her." "Never mind then!" Laura interrupted him. "We can go ahead with the wedding even if we don't have a bridesmaid. Let's not postpone the ceremony." Marcus hesitated briefly, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease. Looking out the window with worry, he said, "I'll return shortly. It won't take long." As he started to leave, Laura quickly caught his wrist. "Marcus! What are you really planning? Remember your promise to me!" Laura held onto his hand with desperation. "My parents and brother, they're gone because of you! Are you planning to leave me, too?" 65.55% 13:25 Chapter 7 Marcus stood frozen. His feet felt heavy, rooted to the ground. 1288 Vouchers He clenched his jaw, and after what seemed like an eternity, stepped back. At that moment, the church bells rang loudly, startling a flock of birds in the forest. Everyone was stunned. Marcus heard 13 tolls. The ominous strokes of a death knell. A sudden, nameless panic surged within him. Then, the church speaker crackled to life. "Today, a foreign visitor from afar has chosen to leave this world peacefully. Let us pray for her soul, that the Lord may grant her entry to heaven. "Her name is... Isabella." 87.85%